Jiang Yifeng's physical fitness was already very poor, and after three days of jolting on the carriage, he couldn't help but want to vomit even if he didn't see the bloody scene.
Now after such stimulation, he wanted to vomit out everything he had eaten three days ago.
After a long time, until there was nothing left in his stomach, he stopped vomiting.
"Master, rinse your mouth."
At this time, Feng Wenxuan came to Jiang Yifeng with a ladle of warm water.
"Old Feng, thank you."
Jiang Yifeng took the water ladle and thanked him.
After rinsing his mouth, Jiang Yifeng wiped his mouth, stood up and went back to the house.
Even though he has almost no effect on the operation, his presence can give Uncle Ghost Hands a lot of peace of mind, which is equivalent to indirectly increasing the possibility of a successful operation.
"Master, if you don't feel well, don't go in."
Feng Wenxuan looked at the pale Jiang Yifeng and quickly stopped him.
He didn't care whether Qin Hong could be saved or not. His duty was to serve Jiang Yifeng, so that was the most important thing.
"I'm fine."
Jiang Yifeng was relatively optimistic and said with a smile: "I have just vomited everything in my stomach. Even if I see it again, I probably won't vomit."
With that said, he was about to go back.
But at this moment, Zhao Toutou walked out of the house.
Jiang Yifeng thought something had happened and quickly asked: "Why did you come out too? Did the operation not go well?"
"No, the operation went well."
Zhao Toutou shook his head and then asked: "Uncle Ghost Hands asked me to ask you. He found that there was a section of intestine that could not be sutured, so he cut it off. Is it okay?"
After saying that, Zhao Toutou took a piece of intestine in his hand and handed it to Jiang Yifeng.
Jiang Yifeng looked at the piece of intestine, and the feeling of vomiting that had finally stopped came over again, and he squatted on the ground and vomited.
Of course, he had already vomited everything he could, so now he was just retching.
"My boss doesn't want to see this kind of thing, so take it away quickly."
Without saying a word, Feng Wenxuan grabbed the intestines in his hands and prevented Jiang Yifeng from seeing them.
"How hypocritical!"
Zhao Toutou looked at Jiang Yifeng with disdain and asked, "Is there any problem with cutting off a piece of intestine?"
"No... no problem, vomit..."
Before Jiang Yifeng finished speaking, a picture of intestines appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but retched.
"Can't you stand this?"
Zhao Toutou acted like a normal person and joked with a smile: "I thought you were omnipotent, but I didn't expect you couldn't stand this. When I get the chance, I'll kill a few people to give you some training."
"Thank you all for your family."
Jiang Yifeng rolled his eyes at Zhao Toutou.
However……
Zhao Toutou didn't understand at all and waved his hand, "You don't need to thank my whole family, just thank me."
Jiang Yifeng: "..."
"Okay, I'm going in, you vomit slowly."
Zhao Toutou patted Jiang Yifeng on the shoulder and returned to the house with a big smile.
Mudd!
Just wait for me!
If I have a chance in the future, I’ll treat you to sausages, the kind that’ll make you vomit!
Jiang Yifeng cursed in his heart, rinsed his mouth again, and then stood up from the ground.
Maybe it was because he had vomited too many times, but now he felt a little pain in his lower abdomen.
"Huh!"
When Jiang Yifeng returned the water ladle to Feng Wenxuan, he saw that Feng Wenxuan's face was a little ugly and asked curiously: "Old Feng, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Wenxuan blushed and closed his mouth tightly, "My boss, I...I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
At this time, Jiang Yifeng noticed Feng Wenxuan's clenched hand and asked, "What is that in your hand? Take it out and show it to me?"
"Master, no!"
Feng Wenxuan quickly backed away and hesitated: "This...this is the intestine that Mr. Zhao just took out. I'm worried that my boss will look disgusted and hold it in his hands."
"Grass!"
Jiang Yifeng was so frightened that he backed away with a look of disgust on his face, "Old Feng, you can't throw it away, why are you holding it in your hands?"
Jiang Yifeng finally understood why Feng Wenxuan's face turned red.
Not surprisingly, he was as disgusted as himself.
However, in order not to make Jiang Yifeng uncomfortable, he kept holding it in.
"The hair and skin of the body are received by the parents and dare not be damaged. This is the beginning of filial piety." Feng Wenxuan continued: "I want to wait for Master Qin Hong to wake up and return the intestines to him."
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng was speechless.
Ancient people did take the body's hair and skin very seriously. For example, Prime Minister Cao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty prohibited officers and soldiers from trampling on young crops when marching and fighting, and violators would be beheaded.
Unexpectedly, his horse was frightened and trampled a patch of green seedlings. He was about to commit suicide with a knife. In the end, he was persuaded by everyone to cut off his hair and take the place of his head.
Although there may be elements of acting in it, it is undeniable that the ancients valued body and skin.
The ancients valued hair and skin so much, so this part of the intestines is naturally even more important.
"You're awesome!"
Jiang Yifeng gave Feng Wenxuan a thumbs up, and then said: "If you want to vomit, get away. Don't let me hear or see it. I'm worried that I can't help it."
"yes!"
Feng Wenxuan said, walking quickly towards the distance, looking for a secluded place.
Jiang Yifeng looked at Feng Wenxuan walking away and couldn't help but sigh. Although he was a little pedantic, he was an upright person.
And he took Feng Wenxuan to follow him to Luoyi because he took a fancy to this advantage in him.
…
Time passed by, and the whole suturing process took a long time. Even the bandits responsible for blood transfusions had to be replaced by three.
Fortunately, Uncle Guishou and Yao Chen worked together flawlessly. There were no problems at the surgical level and all the wounds were sutured up.
When Jiang Yifeng walked in again, Uncle Ghost Hands even stitched up the wound on his stomach.
If Jiang Yifeng hadn't stopped him, Zhao Toutou would have tied a bow and come out.
"Brother Jiang, what should we do next?"
After all the wounds were sutured, Yao Chen asked while feeling his pulse.
Judging from Qin Hong's pulse, his condition has indeed improved a lot, which also proves that blood transfusion is really feasible.
"Now we just need to find ways to prevent inflammation from breaking out in the wound."
Jiang Yifeng actually didn't know what to do next.
“With your treatment, how do you avoid inflammatory flare-ups?”
Yao Chen looked at Jiang Yifeng curiously.
"There are medicines called antibiotics, medicines that stop bacterial infections."
"antibiotic?"
Yao Chen had never heard of these three words and asked curiously: "In that case, why don't you get some antibiotics and feed them to him?"
Jiang Yifeng smiled helplessly, "I also want to create antibiotics, but there is not enough time now."
In fact, Jiang Yifeng not only didn't have enough time, but he didn't know how to do it at all.
He only roughly remembered that antibiotics seemed to grow in rotten food, but he had no idea how to purify them...
